Chapter Forty-Three: Everyone Farms and Campaigns for Votes

After breakfast, everyone headed to the meeting point.

Unlike the groups accompanied by civilian guests, Zheng Jin and the others, who had no civilian guests with them, arrived first. When they saw that Jiang Xian and the other two had each brought along someone they did not recognize, they were somewhat puzzled.

The staff gestured for the three civilian guests to stand on the other side, making it look as though the guests and the civilians had formed two separate teams.

“Everyone will also have noticed that there are three new friends among us. These three friends are my—”

They had arrived here half a year ago. During that time, the three of them had constantly sparred in martial arts, correcting and learning from one another, making up for each other’s shortcomings. It could be said that their strength had now far surpassed what it had been when they first arrived.

On the arena, Tu Lin’s face was pale and his eyes gloomy, yet he no longer fought Su Wancheng. In the end, he cast Su Wancheng a resentful glance before stepping down from the arena.

Gu Cun leaned out, intending to kill Shen Luo with a sniper rifle. Shen Luo swiftly pulled back his weapon and reloaded, and at that moment, another quick-scope shot rang out.

“Teacher Ma, come down and loot the crate.” After dealing with the people on this side, Shen Luo also called out a greeting to Grand Marshal.

Tan Gong’s heart tightened. Why did that tone sound so much like his deceased master? His master had once said the same thing to him: his greatest flaw was that he was too attached to the mortal world and could not bring himself to abandon its endless entanglements.

The latest news had reached every corner of the globe. It was said that some magical armies had encountered an unprecedented disaster. An enormous ghost, so vast that its size could not be measured, had opened its eyes, and the souls of everyone present had been torn from their bodies. It was utterly terrifying.

The emotions contained in that sigh were so rich that no words could describe them. Luo Yunfei had heard countless people sigh throughout her life. Whenever she encountered trouble she could not resolve, she too would sigh despite herself. Yet even so, she knew that her sighs fell short of his by more than ten thousand times.

Back when Sun Xinhua was still around, they had behaved themselves fairly well. Now that Sun Xinhua was gone, they had begun to act recklessly.

The thick smell of smoke made Lin Yiqian frown. She pulled Gu Nianjia a step to the side.

“By the way, you’re not going to assign me some unfinished house in the suburbs, are you?” he asked anxiously. If that really happened, he would suffer a huge loss.

A thought suddenly occurred to Mo Song. At once, he clenched both fists and drove them diagonally upward into the giant lobster’s abdomen.

Gu Pu’s face twisted ferociously as he strained to pry apart Xu Hu’s enormous hands. In his youth, Gu Pu had been a ruthless man who dared to fight and take risks. But with age, combined with years of pampered living, he was no longer the formidable figure he had once been.

“Boss, what do we do? Didn’t we capture Lan Ziming for nothing?” the second of the Three Eagles of Ghost Valley said gloomily. He had thought that being a member of Lan Ziyue’s family would be enough to let them threaten Lan Ziyue.

Xiang Fan and Xiang Ding were both members of Xiang Yu’s imperial clan. Wang Peng was the most outstanding member of the younger generation of the Wang family of Huai Prefecture. Earlier, Wang Wu, Fan Ji’s disciple, had also been a member of the Wang family.

In truth, he rarely concerned himself with the affairs of Wuding Abbey. After all, the daily business of Mount Luofu was already troublesome enough.

One had to understand that, before tonight, Ning Ye had been merely a cultivator at the Dao Venerable level. Even in the cultivation world, a Dao Venerable was an extremely rare and influential figure. But that was only in comparison with ordinary cultivators. Before the ancestors of those aristocratic clans who had just been frightened away, he was still someone they could crush with ease.

He had defeated the invincible Ottoman Turkish cavalry, and he had also defeated the Mamluk cavalry of Egypt.

Elsewhere, the fortress by the river came under attack from a vast number of Shui cavalrymen. Rank after rank of cavalry continuously fired volleys from outside the fortress. Arrows poured down like a storm from the heavens, raining upon the defenders atop the walls and pressing them down so fiercely that they could not even raise their heads.

Yin Xiaoxue had long heard stories about Wen Shang, but that day was the first time she had seen him in person. From that moment on, her entire heart was occupied by him.

Yet even at a higher level of cultivation, there was probably no one who knew that what he used was the mysterious cultivation technique for merging spiritual energy—the very technique the Spirit Emperor had obtained from the Graveyard of Gods and Demons.